Pass the Pork Chops

I can picture a world where Atkins rules the table, where egg yolk is scooped up with bits of fatty steak and gravy is sopped up with pieces of ham (not honey baked).

In this world, all men remember longingly the erotic suck of a lollipop and all women remember the subtle taste of chocolate.

In this land all are skinny, but the Metameusel Man is king.